The restless wind at Lismore Isle
sounds a maiden’s heartworn sigh,
for Beothail of the golden hair
had lost her Viking love .
She pined and died far from her home
and still her voice was heard
on the ceaseless winds of Morvern
grieving for her Viking love.
Her bones found blessing
in the sacred well at Clachan,
carried to the burial place
that held her Viking love.
Still sounds her cry on the breath of the wind
where the veil is thin in the rain and the mist
around the walls of Coeffin –
maiden with lover reunited.
You can read the whole story at Jo Woolf’s lovely Hazel Tree online journal, which provided the inspiration for this poem.
Written for dVerse Open Link Night